My first body pumps coal blood –
strata – not veins – my black toxin
dug at by my antecedents & now
burning in our ravenous furnaces
My second body sucks stuff from
machined seams too deep to see
& bays for copper & tin heaved by
poorly-paid labour in toiled places
My third body will not take painful
slights of air or sunlight’s touches
& will only feed on what remains –
toiled-thin soil & scarce resources
My fourth body will not know how
we managed to f*ck it up – just so
My second body will be disgraced
by a dragged out record of shame
My third body will not be able to fix
such avarice – a beneficiary of less
& will worry more than I’ll impress
upon my fourth – my nefarious self
